Chapter 25:
“My friend asked me to join a trip, and I heard there are some pretty good-looking guys tagging along…” Melinda teased, her voice light and teasing, a playful twinkle in her eyes.
“How about we take this back to the room?” Isaac replied, his voice soft yet firm. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes radiating warmth and affection. “We can talk properly there.”
The sleek car glided towards the opulent Regalia Villas.
Isaac and Melinda sat snugly in the back seat, enveloped in the car’s luxurious interior.
Kristian stole a glance at Freya for the twenty-third time, each fleeting look laden with unspoken questions.
“Just say it if you have something to say.” Freya broke the silence, her patience thinning under the weight of his persistent stares.
“Come on, just tell me—did you study medicine or not?” Kristian’s voice was tinged with genuine curiosity and a hint of confusion. It dawned on him that there were still facets of her life he had yet to uncover.
“No,” Freya responded curtly, leaning back in her seat with a sigh, her gaze drifting to the passing scenery. “I just read some books out of interest.”
Kristian’s eyes narrowed slightly, a shadow of doubt crossing his features. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something from him.
“Once we’re back, we’ll go over the divorce papers again—just like my mom suggested,” Kristian declared, his tone grateful yet firm. He appreciated that Freya had accompanied his family despite the circumstances. “Let’s make the split fair. What’s mine was yours too, remember?”
“No need for that,” Freya countered calmly, dismissing the offer with a wave of her hand. “I’m good with how things were set up before.”
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Kristian studied her intently, his eyes narrowing slightly. Wasn’t she kind of contradicting herself? One moment, she seemed to cling to money as if it were her lifeline, and the next, she dismissed it as if it were mere dust.
“I’ll lay out my assets post-marriage,” Freya offered, her voice laced with reluctance after a lengthy pause. “We’ll split everything half and half.”
Internally, the mere thought of Kristian using her hard-earned wealth to support someone like Ashley made her blood boil.
Yet, given the significant concessions he was making, she felt compelled to reciprocate in some manner.
“There’s no need,” Kristian replied sharply, his voice cutting through the tension. “I can make that amount of money in a minute.”
His dismissiveness left Freya momentarily dumbstruck. He was utterly oblivious to her massive fortune.
Later that evening, back at her quiet, dimly lit home office, Freya pulled out the divorce papers they had previously drafted. She meticulously revised the asset division, reflecting their latest discussion.
Kristian had made it clear he didn’t want her money, and she wasn’t about to shove it down his throat.
By eleven, the revised divorce agreement was resting on the table.
Freya pushed the papers toward Kristian, her motions calm and precise.
“It’s your turn to sign,” she stated firmly, her eyes locked on his. “We’ll file for divorce the day after tomorrow.”
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